At least that’s how the saying goes. But I beg to differ. I’ve heard of men having heart attacks shoveling show. People are killed when their riding mowers roll over on them. Push a spade into the wrong spot and you can light up like a Christmas tree.
Oh, I think a little hard work has killed lots of people.
Even with this knowledge, I’ve been willing to risk death these past two weeks. I’ve laughed in the face of danger as I’ve moved mulch, sealed my drive and trimmed bushes. I’ve stared the Grim Reaper in his cold, dark eyes as I’ve put up baseboard, painted cabinets and scrubbed the toilet. I’ve thrown caution to the wind as I’ve mowed the yard, watered the garden and swept the patio.
Yes…I live life on the edge and I have the dirty nails, sore muscles and a deep satisfaction of a job well done to prove it.